Rain

I read a fabulous piece on my friend's blog. It was on rain. The following is what I feel about rain (also posted as comment on her blog).

Rain reminds many people of many a thing. For me, the best rain-related (or say, rain-drenched) memories are also related to the game of soccer. Only those who have been there, done that can understand what it is like to play soccer on a water-logged field (with not more than two inches of water in places, not the entire field) while it is still raining. Sounds unromantic? No way, it is romantic. Ask me.

There is, of course, another kind of memory---that of sitting on a low wall on the college campus and enjoying the drops all over one's body, and singing those beautiful lines from the Gulzar-Bhupen Hazarika album, Main aur Mera Saya. The lines go something like this:

...
Bijlee ki taaron se jhoolti boondein,
Soch rahi hai kya meri hi batein...

That was an out-of-the-world feeling.